Under The Red Hood

Under The Red Hood

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This is me Scynthia Rose Orelio aslo known in the gangster world as "Little Red Riding Hood." Maybe because I always wear a red hood when I go on gang fights... why? Because I don't want other people to know who I am. I don't only wear a Red Hood, I also wear a half mask and a smirk. They try so hard to beat me but alas they can't beat me... why? Simply because I'm one of the greatest in fact I'm one of the leaders of the gangster organization, but they don't know that. Only little people know that. I run the Lethal Empire in which isn't that hard to control In our organization there are five empires The Blaze Empire or the fifth The Assasin Empire or the fourth The Ruthless Empire or the third The Knock Out Empire or the second And the Lethal Empire or the boss empire... yup you got that right. In this world of ours the only thing that you should keep in mind are the words. "KILL or be KILLED." But I have something that no one knows about me... So what is UNDER THE RED HOOD?
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WARNING: RATED SPG! BOYSLOVE STORY! For five long years, I was like a canary locked in a cage-nurtured, adorned, or merely used at his whim. My existence revolved around being fed, dressed up, and trotted out when he desired my company. Life with a billionaire bachelor had its perks, and though I often likened myself to a slave, I harbored no complaints as long as the money flowed freely. Yet, as the years passed, the weight of my imprisonmen grew heavier, each golden moment tinged with the bittersweet taste of longing. But the saga of my confinement finally reached its conclusion. His love returned, and in an unexpected twist of fate, he freed me to marry her. Yet, as I began to take my leave, an unexpected heaviness settled within me. Was it the loss of the financial security I had grown accustomed to, or had I, perhaps, fallen utterly in love with him?

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